Everyone loves the weekend. Wait, they don’t. Not everyone. Some struggle with it. Others secretly dread it. And yet very few people ever talk about it.
Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban did a couple of years ago when they named their daughter Sunday. Asked about the significance of her name, Nicole explained in an interview how she and Keith both used to struggle on Sundays. “If you’re lonely, Sunday is a very lonely day, and if you’re happy and you’ve got your family around you, then Sunday is a beautiful day.”
Word, Nicole. Weekends can be like birthdays in that they put a fluoro yellow highlighter through your life. If something is off, all that unstructured thinking time without the distractions of the week can feel oppressive.
For a creature of routine, weekends can be destabilising and unpredictable. And as the Kidman-Urbans point out, they can be really, really lonely. They also have a hint of the Christmases about them – you know how you’re MEANT to be all jolly and you feel like a freak if you’re not? Like that.
Even when you’re in a good place and happy with your lot, weekends can be challenging. Writer and mother of two small children, Heather Armstrong, recently admitted on her blog to dreading weekends.
I remind myself of my mother more and more every day in the sense that it’s hard for me to sit still knowing there are a million projects I could be working on. I can’t sit on the couch and read a magazine anymore, and it’s driving me crazy.
I can start to feel the anxiety creep up early Friday morning, and by dinner time I’m pacing. Surprisingly, I can sleep, but probably only because it means I don’t have to think about the following two days. And then Saturday morning when I could start the day a little more slowly, when I should take it a bit easier, I run for the kitchen, Marlo on my hip, and I start cleaning. And I don’t stop until Sunday night. Because slowing down doesn’t feel right. In fact, it makes me sick.
I am not like Heather in this regard. I CAN easily sit on the couch and read. Any time. Bring it on. It’s just that my kids won’t let me.
Truth is, my favourite thing to do on weekends is mooch around at home with my family, enjoying their company. Love it. So naturally, I’ve found a way to feel guilty about this.
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I hate weekends. At least at work I can go pee without someone having a meltdown and actually chew my lunch instead of gulping it down whole....kids really throw a wrench into things....
I have no kids, no partner and barely any friends so I hate weekends, they are very lonely for me.